Inspired by my bloggin' buddy Gordon's quest to live without his car for a month, I took to the red bricks of Camp Bowie and hoofed it to work this morning. (I've done this a few other times, when the weather's right and the clutter in my head needs clearing.)
Of course, I've only got 4 miles or so to walk downtown, compared with Gordon's 13-mile trek to Bedford. But here are a few of my reflections from my Wednesday morning stroll:
1) Favorite scene: A woman outside Will Rogers Coliseum walking four big dogs. She opens the door of her small Honda hatchback and invites the pooches to pile in. It was like a canine clown car.
2) Diggers and forklifts, oh my! Cowtown is not resting on its haunches. Everywhere you look construction equipment and cranes are building up (West 7th), tearing down (Science and History Museum) or fixing up (roadwork on Crestline). Then again, the noise pollution guy may have a point.
3) Lasting impression: We just can't go slow anymore. As cars were flying by me, I tried to take the time to look around and notice little things: like the smell of fresh mud at a construction site, or the lady sitting on the bus bench, dollar at the ready. But I kept thinking, I better get to work. The walk took an hour vs. the 5-10 minutes it would take to drive.